A clay jar sits at the bottom of the stairs, dusty and unused. It is cracked in certain areas and the lustre on its finish has long been rubbed away. Forgotten, it waits, hoping that one day, it will be used again for what it was created to be used for.
The master walks by one day, and His eye catches sight of the unused jar. He picks it up, runs His hands over the base of it, looks at it and sees its potential. A servant comes running at the gesture of His hand and takes it to the workshop at the back of the property. Hours turn to days before the jar emerges one day, restored and beautiful. Ready to be used once again.
No longer ordinary but extraordinary.